Chapter 5

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Lucifer's POV

I am in my mansion, in my office dealing with the next weapon shipment. This is taking forever.

I inherited the mafia from my father when I was 21. People say we quite look alike and that is true. I have my father's features, dark brown hair, green eyes, 6"2' height. We both are ruthless killers. The only thing I got from my mother was loyalty to my family and loved ones. Rest was given to my younger brother.

Today is the charity event held by Arthur Logan, a pain in the ass, he has a debt of two million which he had to repay by the end of the month but this bitch decided to delay. So I and my men will have to give him something to remember, not for the next time cause there will be none.

He is obliviously enjoying his liquor at the party, while his wife and son are in my hold.

I get ready for the event and get in the limo, my men in their cars follow me. As I enter I spot my brother who is my second in command. Then my eyes meet her.

Fuck.

She locks her eyes with me. Something tells me that she was surprised to see me here. Well, usually I don't go to these events so that might be the reason or I look extremely handsome. God, I need to stop hanging around my brother Chris less cause I have become cocky.

Chris and her are very close friends and therefore she hangs around our house a lot with her other irritating friend. I think her name is Joana or something.

I gave Chris a knowing look and he started talking back to her, keeping her distracted. Me and Vincent i.e my third in command and two other men started to walk towards Logan. He notices us and becomes rigid in his seat. I nod toward Vincent and he grabs Logan by his collar and we start walking towards an empty room.

He is seated on the chair, we all four surround him. I look at him and I can see he is shitting in his pants. I take my gun from my pocket and I see he is starting to panic.

That is what I am known for, I usually speak less and scare my victims with other torture methods so they automatically start talking.

I aim the gun at him and shoot, he startles in his chair sweating like a pig. It doesn't hit him, just passes by. I aim again when he suddenly opens his mouth.

"What do you want!!" Panic was in his voice. That's good.

"You know what. You made me and my men come all the way here and still, your pathetic ass doesn't know shit." I keep my voice neutral.

"Please, I am sorry, but I don't have your money! Please, give me s-some time a-and I will give it b-back! Please don't kill me!" He begs, I chuckle.

"Look at you, you are begging, is that what your wife taught you in bed?"

He becomes still and almost pale.

"Don't touch her! She had nothing to do with this!" Fear in his eyes.

"Are you stupid to make demands? As you don't have my money, you are giving me your company, all businesses, every estate around the globe except your house. You know why the last part?"

He shakes his head immediately. I put my hand on his shoulders and look into his eyes.

"Because your wife and son will live there-" he looked relieved,"- you on the other hand will be 6 ft underground." And I shoot him in the head. Pathetic.

"Clean the body, and take it to their family. You may all go back, I have to meet someone." I say.

I leave the room, it's a good thing that I made sure the room was soundproof. I made my way through the hall where all the people were talking and then I saw her.

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